Every pool of standing water has fishies in it. The sink has fishies. As does the toilet bowl. As does the bathtub.
Fishies, you should know, are any floaty things.
Shreds of toilet paper in the toilet? Fishies.
Strange floaties in the tub? Fishies.
At first it was kind of cute, but now it is bordering on a strange compulsion.
"DON'T FLUSH THE TOILET ANYONE!" she screams. "THERE ARE FISHIES IN THERE!" (And she looks SO serious as she eyes us all directly and points at the bathroom.)
And it is highly traumatic if you ignore her pleadings. So for now we tiptoe around and wait until she is out of earshot to flush the toilet.
"THE FISHIES ARE GOING TO BITE ME!" she screams. "DON'T LET THE FISHIES BITE ME MOMMY!"
And then we fish out every little bit of shmutz out of the tub as she points to each one individually. Specks really.
("Who do you want to ask, the *speck*? There's no one here!")
Not sure where this came from since we just recently went to the aquarium where she saw ACTUAL fish in the water.
The Witch Costume
Back about mid-September or so I picked out a fabulous (inexpensive) witch costume for Skadi. It was perfect. Purple and pink tulle with stars and I paid a little extra for the matching tights.
Then it arrived and was deemed to be highly offensive.
Would NOT wear it. Would NOT touch it.
She would get a little brave and talk about the witch costume. We would pull it out... and then quickly return it to the hiding place when the screaming hysterics would start.
I gave it up and she wore Leif's bug and tiger costumes on Halloween.
But something happened this morning and not only did she ask to see the witch costume, but she (*gasp*) put it on.
Then she modeled it for pictures.
And wore it to school and proclaimed the entire time that it was Halloween.
Her teacher, Miss Kaitlynn, was the one who broke the news to her that it was no longer Halloween and so right then and there she stripped the costume off and handed it to me to take home.
I got at least one wear out of it!
Speaking of stripping
I can't keep clothes on this girl.
She comes home and strips down to "nakey bum" status. She and her dolls. No one wears clothes. I have a great picture of Skadi practicing her Mardi Gras greeting at the park the other day.
I thought maybe for awhile this was limited to home, but apparently not. In order to fall asleep Skadi needs to strip herself down to her panties for nap.
I am optimistic that someday the importance of clothes will become apparent.
"her" (Everyone is a her.)
"Papernose" (Kleenex/facial tissue)
"warm legs" (Leg warmers)
"You hurt my feelings." (What it says. This is the standard reply to anything she doesn't want to hear.)
"Weifer" (her brother)
"Not you" (aimed to me most often)
"You are not nice at all." (Again, reply to anything she doesn't want to hear.)
"Chicka maow maow" (??? Frequent statement.)
"Coca" (You are coca. Her name is Coca. My dolly is Coca. Coca is my friend. Etc.)
"GO WAY CAT!" (Ever since Lucky thought Skadi was trying to play with him and batted at her, she no longer trusts him anywhere near her.)
"Freya here." (The chosen animal who should reside next to her at all times. Either chosen or she has learned to keep Freya near to prevent her from chewing on her dollies - who are all named Coca.)
"I share this with Coach Brett, I need a baggie." (Breakfast on Monday morning.)
"Tonia did it!" (4th Branch teacher who is highly coveted for her hair styling skills.)